Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.